<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828865</id><updated>2011-07-18T17:39:18.156-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Eat Drink and Be Merry</title><subtitle type='html'>For Tomorrow We Die...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashamaley.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828865/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashamaley.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828865/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Starbuck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>688</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828865.post-6306755637777970562</id><published>2009-04-14T21:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T21:38:29.578-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Doggie Adventures</title><summary type='text'>Still don't have a picture on the 'puter so you can actually see her, but meh.  The dog has had two unplanned off  leash adventures in two different states.  Once last week she escaped from her choke chain my ducking out of it as I tried to move it higher on her neck.  She ran around the neighborhood for about a half hour until I caught her.  She's fast, like a gazelle.The second time was around </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashamaley.blogspot.com/feeds/6306755637777970562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5828865&amp;postID=6306755637777970562&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828865/posts/default/6306755637777970562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828865/posts/default/6306755637777970562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashamaley.blogspot.com/2009/04/doggie.html' title='Doggie Adventures'/><author><name>Starbuck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828865.post-8742001336182331301</id><published>2009-03-27T09:46:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T09:53:58.224-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Yellow Dog</title><summary type='text'>So we got a dog.  Her name is Starbuck and she's a rescue from the Indianapolis Humane Society.  That's where I got Bagpipes the cat. Starbuck is mostly yellow lab with either greyhound, shepherd, collie or a mix of those.  She's super cute and super mellow.  She reminds me of Yellow Dog from the movoe Funny Farm.  The cats don't like her as to be expected.  She's fine with them until they walk </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashamaley.blogspot.com/feeds/8742001336182331301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5828865&amp;postID=8742001336182331301&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828865/posts/default/8742001336182331301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828865/posts/default/8742001336182331301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashamaley.blogspot.com/2009/03/yellow-dog.html' title='Yellow Dog'/><author><name>Starbuck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828865.post-3194662323601769062</id><published>2009-02-21T21:28:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T21:41:21.264-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Zoom Zoom Zoom</title><summary type='text'>I got a new car today.  I got a 2009 Mazda3 in 'Stormy Blue Mica.' Silly name, cool color. It's pretty sweet.  It even has a 5 speed manual, a sunroof and a 6 CD changer.  This obviously isn't a picture of mine, I'll get one when it isn't dark outside. In other news, my school is wiping all the staff again.  Good news I still have a job next year.  Good news, I could be at another school.  See </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashamaley.blogspot.com/feeds/3194662323601769062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5828865&amp;postID=3194662323601769062&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828865/posts/default/3194662323601769062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828865/posts/default/3194662323601769062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashamaley.blogspot.com/2009/02/zoom-zoom-zoom.html' title='Zoom Zoom Zoom'/><author><name>Starbuck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nn3oVIVXYnA/SaC7HWIQL7I/AAAAAAAAAE0/iKZQ2F5JxQ0/s72-c/12new1M_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828865.post-3867841803549143634</id><published>2009-01-07T14:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T14:27:46.867-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ow.</title><summary type='text'>So it's been a few months.I'm sitting here at home recovering from getting a wisdom tooth wrenched out.  I'm not exaggerating.  To quote the dentist."I've only seen one other tooth this high up, and it was in the operating room.  I felt like I was digging in your ear canal"Turns out the tooth was also attached to my jaw bone.  So they had to cut at some of that.All while I was wide awake with </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashamaley.blogspot.com/feeds/3867841803549143634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5828865&amp;postID=3867841803549143634&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828865/posts/default/3867841803549143634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828865/posts/default/3867841803549143634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashamaley.blogspot.com/2009/01/ow.html' title='Ow.'/><author><name>Starbuck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828865.post-8786922836760483855</id><published>2008-11-04T11:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T11:14:34.028-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Serious</title><summary type='text'>the previous post about a new job?Not a joke.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashamaley.blogspot.com/feeds/8786922836760483855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5828865&amp;postID=8786922836760483855&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828865/posts/default/8786922836760483855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828865/posts/default/8786922836760483855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashamaley.blogspot.com/2008/11/serious.html' title='Serious'/><author><name>Starbuck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828865.post-5992148643756637044</id><published>2008-11-03T16:11:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T16:11:20.878-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Someone find me a new job.  Mine sucks.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashamaley.blogspot.com/feeds/5992148643756637044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5828865&amp;postID=5992148643756637044&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828865/posts/default/5992148643756637044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828865/posts/default/5992148643756637044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashamaley.blogspot.com/2008/11/someone-find-me-new-job.html' title=''/><author><name>Starbuck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828865.post-2679325717542884883</id><published>2008-10-27T17:30:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T17:30:42.841-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Brrr.</title><summary type='text'>You know it's winter when....The cornfield behind you house gets mowed? (is that the right word) down.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashamaley.blogspot.com/feeds/2679325717542884883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5828865&amp;postID=2679325717542884883&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828865/posts/default/2679325717542884883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828865/posts/default/2679325717542884883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashamaley.blogspot.com/2008/10/brrr.html' title='Brrr.'/><author><name>Starbuck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828865.post-6204944181785301891</id><published>2008-10-18T21:56:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T21:58:07.467-04:00</updated><title type='text'>BOO!</title><summary type='text'>Anyone know of a good place to download decent FREE pumpkin stencils?  I'm too cheap to pay $8 for the book, and I haven't seen many free ones online that I like.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashamaley.blogspot.com/feeds/6204944181785301891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5828865&amp;postID=6204944181785301891&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828865/posts/default/6204944181785301891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828865/posts/default/6204944181785301891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashamaley.blogspot.com/2008/10/boo.html' title='BOO!'/><author><name>Starbuck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828865.post-1659916442108011608</id><published>2008-10-08T20:58:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T21:08:10.252-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Politicks</title><summary type='text'>I'm not super big on politics, which is the complete opposite of my husband.  This is my one political post of the year.  I will say that I'm not voting for either one because they are both, well, I'm not a fan.I return home Tuesday at 9:30 pm after teaching ghetto all day, going to CPR training after school, then going straight to Westfield to teach marching band to my lovely husband chillin' on</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashamaley.blogspot.com/feeds/1659916442108011608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5828865&amp;postID=1659916442108011608&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828865/posts/default/1659916442108011608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828865/posts/default/1659916442108011608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashamaley.blogspot.com/2008/10/politicks.html' title='Politicks'/><author><name>Starbuck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828865.post-2858672150824134028</id><published>2008-10-01T23:51:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T23:55:37.114-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Furminator</title><summary type='text'>So I never thought I would spend $50 on a brush.  Especially for my cats.  I wouldn't even do it for me.But this brush? OMFGZ.I've never. ever. seen this much hair come off a cat.  I could have created a whole 'nother Bagpipes from all the hair that came off.  And it's still coming off.  I wish I had taken a picture.  The pictures on the website are not fake. At all.If you have a dog or cat, or *</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashamaley.blogspot.com/feeds/2858672150824134028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5828865&amp;postID=2858672150824134028&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828865/posts/default/2858672150824134028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828865/posts/default/2858672150824134028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashamaley.blogspot.com/2008/10/furminator.html' title='Furminator'/><author><name>Starbuck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828865.post-5836191781476574119</id><published>2008-09-26T08:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T09:00:36.867-04:00</updated><title type='text'>TGIF!</title><summary type='text'>I am SO glad it's Friday and I have all of next week off. It's been a rough past 2 weeks.   I'm totally sleeping next week....a lot.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashamaley.blogspot.com/feeds/5836191781476574119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5828865&amp;postID=5836191781476574119&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828865/posts/default/5836191781476574119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828865/posts/default/5836191781476574119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashamaley.blogspot.com/2008/09/tgif.html' title='TGIF!'/><author><name>Starbuck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828865.post-5245146604778838686</id><published>2008-09-02T07:52:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T08:01:16.651-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Labored Weekend</title><summary type='text'>I did anything but rest this past 3 day weekend.  Our house finally got some color in it!Saturday morning/afternoon, my parents drove my grandparents over to see the house for the first time.  They left, then the hubby and I started preparing to paint the front room and dining room.  We spent a couple hours discussing colors, and how to make it work, then took off to Home Depot to buy some paint.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashamaley.blogspot.com/feeds/5245146604778838686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5828865&amp;postID=5245146604778838686&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828865/posts/default/5245146604778838686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828865/posts/default/5245146604778838686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashamaley.blogspot.com/2008/09/labored-weekend.html' title='Labored Weekend'/><author><name>Starbuck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828865.post-8172423352179524007</id><published>2008-08-06T21:53:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T22:06:00.334-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Spinning Plates</title><summary type='text'>So I'm supposed to have a marching band this year.  I spent 35 minutes teaching the kids the first 6 notes of the Star Spangled Banner today.  That's "Oh say can you see."I'm teaching orchestra this year.  I've never taught orchestra in my life.  I can't even remember what pitches to tune the strings to.  I just got the instruments today.  Tomorrow should be interesting.I got an email last </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashamaley.blogspot.com/feeds/8172423352179524007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5828865&amp;postID=8172423352179524007&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828865/posts/default/8172423352179524007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828865/posts/default/8172423352179524007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashamaley.blogspot.com/2008/08/spinning-plates.html' title='Spinning Plates'/><author><name>Starbuck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828865.post-5947400882627884926</id><published>2008-07-25T15:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T15:56:46.149-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Jobs</title><summary type='text'>I have an interview on Monday for a different school district.They haven't started school yet.  I have.  But I have yet to sign a contract, so I guess I can legally bounce if I get the job, though it won't make them happy.  We'll see.  Keep your fingers crossed!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashamaley.blogspot.com/feeds/5947400882627884926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5828865&amp;postID=5947400882627884926&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828865/posts/default/5947400882627884926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828865/posts/default/5947400882627884926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashamaley.blogspot.com/2008/07/jobs.html' title='Jobs'/><author><name>Starbuck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828865.post-3301185309062332597</id><published>2008-07-16T23:37:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T23:44:40.486-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Where did it go?</title><summary type='text'>I go back to school tomorrow.  Luckily the kids don't come back until Monday.  Though I have to be downtown  at 8am tomorrow morning.  Yuck.  I'm not ready to get up early.I have so much stuff to do for school.  Make up some rules, make a practice log, a 'welcome to band letter, etc.  Not to mention deal with the scheduling nightmare they gave me.  Oh, and magically learn to teach orchestra.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashamaley.blogspot.com/feeds/3301185309062332597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5828865&amp;postID=3301185309062332597&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828865/posts/default/3301185309062332597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828865/posts/default/3301185309062332597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashamaley.blogspot.com/2008/07/where-did-it-go_16.html' title='Where did it go?'/><author><name>Starbuck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828865.post-8443450835045972126</id><published>2008-07-16T23:37:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T23:37:27.485-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Where did it go?</title><summary type='text'></summary><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828865.post-4033087886228332329</id><published>2008-07-09T14:58:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T15:02:10.341-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wii Ware</title><summary type='text'>So my new addiction is Dr. Mario from the wii ware stuffs.  Man this brings back childhood memories.  I was the champion of the kids in the neighborhood, and it was the only nintendo game my parents would play.  They used to sneak into my brother's room at night while he was asleep and play until well after 1am.  The best part of course is the online play.  And the friends play thing.  But I only</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashamaley.blogspot.com/feeds/4033087886228332329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5828865&amp;postID=4033087886228332329&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828865/posts/default/4033087886228332329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828865/posts/default/4033087886228332329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashamaley.blogspot.com/2008/07/wii-ware.html' title='Wii Ware'/><author><name>Starbuck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828865.post-8720198017764118350</id><published>2008-07-06T23:39:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T23:42:59.646-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Boredom</title><summary type='text'>So school starts in 10 days.  I'm not ready.  At all.  Though my wonderful husband probably is, he's been great putting up with me being here all the time, driving him bonkers.  I think he keeps me because I make him lunch.Umm...the house is still standing, I'm looking for a date when everyone can come over and we can have a party.  Those of you that read this, suggest some dates, any weekend </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashamaley.blogspot.com/feeds/8720198017764118350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5828865&amp;postID=8720198017764118350&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828865/posts/default/8720198017764118350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828865/posts/default/8720198017764118350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashamaley.blogspot.com/2008/07/boredom.html' title='Boredom'/><author><name>Starbuck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828865.post-119885961654764330</id><published>2008-06-25T14:43:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T14:55:40.605-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Green Thumb?</title><summary type='text'>One of the first things I did to the house when we moved in was plant a garden.  Mostly because they already had a nice very fertile patch of garden there.  That's easy, buy plants, put in ground.Last weekend, I was going to pull a couple weeds before it got bad.  I didn't get around to it.  We went on vacation, and I came back having to hunt for my herbs in my weed bed.  So yesterday  i think, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashamaley.blogspot.com/feeds/119885961654764330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5828865&amp;postID=119885961654764330&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828865/posts/default/119885961654764330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828865/posts/default/119885961654764330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashamaley.blogspot.com/2008/06/green-thumb.html' title='Green Thumb?'/><author><name>Starbuck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828865.post-2104962564889714042</id><published>2008-06-13T19:56:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T19:57:51.664-04:00</updated><title type='text'>DCI World Championships</title><summary type='text'>So DCI World Championships are in Indy for the next 10 years.  Anyone wanna go with me?  If so I want to get tickets before we're stuck in the end zone.Call, IM, leave a comment or something and maybe we can get something going...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashamaley.blogspot.com/feeds/2104962564889714042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5828865&amp;postID=2104962564889714042&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828865/posts/default/2104962564889714042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828865/posts/default/2104962564889714042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashamaley.blogspot.com/2008/06/dci-world-championships.html' title='DCI World Championships'/><author><name>Starbuck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828865.post-7145959122077767829</id><published>2008-06-10T12:48:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T12:55:58.468-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Blogger</title><summary type='text'>I really need to be better at updating this thing.  I was good at it in college, but then real life hit.  Turns out when you buy a house, all the sudden life becomes focused on that. Speaking of houses.  We still like ours.  The only problem is that it is so far away from our 'routine.' We had to cancel the gym membership because of the drive.  Then there's all the restaurants.  On the Border, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashamaley.blogspot.com/feeds/7145959122077767829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5828865&amp;postID=7145959122077767829&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828865/posts/default/7145959122077767829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828865/posts/default/7145959122077767829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashamaley.blogspot.com/2008/06/bad-blogger.html' title='Bad Blogger'/><author><name>Starbuck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828865.post-8428003818880290355</id><published>2008-05-20T13:22:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T13:30:53.390-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Moved!</title><summary type='text'>We moved this past weekend.  I love the house. Shall I say we love the house.  It's so peaceful and quiet and the pond is right there, it's like we're on vacation.I ran a 5k Saturday morning.  I ran the whole thing except for a giant hill in the middle.  My time was something like 46 minutes.  Slow as hell, but I finished.  And for getting 3 hours of sleep the night before and not running at all </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashamaley.blogspot.com/feeds/8428003818880290355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5828865&amp;postID=8428003818880290355&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828865/posts/default/8428003818880290355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828865/posts/default/8428003818880290355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashamaley.blogspot.com/2008/05/moved.html' title='Moved!'/><author><name>Starbuck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828865.post-4501441990733380619</id><published>2008-05-14T22:19:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T22:26:54.695-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Movin' On Up!</title><summary type='text'>To the east side....no, really...the house is on the east side of Indy.We're moving Saturday.  In fact, I'm posting now instead of packing.  I took a personal day Monday so I could recover.  Seems that getting up at 5am, running a 5k, and moving was poor planning...I'm excited though, I've got the whole kitchen packed, most of the bedroom is packed, and most of the bathrooms are packed.  The </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashamaley.blogspot.com/feeds/4501441990733380619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5828865&amp;postID=4501441990733380619&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828865/posts/default/4501441990733380619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828865/posts/default/4501441990733380619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashamaley.blogspot.com/2008/05/movin-on-up.html' title='Movin&apos; On Up!'/><author><name>Starbuck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828865.post-8765113239234935553</id><published>2008-04-23T22:53:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T22:55:25.195-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay!</title><summary type='text'>I get to keep my job!!!the only downside is the last day of school is June 12 and the first day of school is July 18.  You can do the math, that's a sucky summer break.  If you can even call it a break :(My interview at the other school went pretty well this afternoon, but it's on the other side of town from the house.  It comes down to a 10 minute drive vs. a 30-40 minute drive....hmmm.....I'll </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashamaley.blogspot.com/feeds/8765113239234935553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5828865&amp;postID=8765113239234935553&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828865/posts/default/8765113239234935553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828865/posts/default/8765113239234935553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashamaley.blogspot.com/2008/04/yay.html' title='Yay!'/><author><name>Starbuck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828865.post-7974597975231409267</id><published>2008-04-23T17:53:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T17:55:26.420-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Weeks...</title><summary type='text'>And it's ours....bwahahahaha!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashamaley.blogspot.com/feeds/7974597975231409267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5828865&amp;postID=7974597975231409267&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828865/posts/default/7974597975231409267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828865/posts/default/7974597975231409267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashamaley.blogspot.com/2008/04/two-weeks.html' title='Two Weeks...'/><author><name>Starbuck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nn3oVIVXYnA/SA-wJTX_NkI/AAAAAAAAAEM/-xsIT0PrWXE/s72-c/-1.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828865.post-6749808491794781885</id><published>2008-04-22T22:58:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T23:04:09.706-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Houses and Such</title><summary type='text'>We bought a house!Closing is on May 5th, party to follow soon after.Also, work is getting interesting, in fact stressing me out a lot with this whole house thing.  We bought the house 10 minutes away from school, and odds are I won't be at that school next year, unless something crazy happens.That being said, I'm sleepy a lot and not necessarily happy a lot.  Maybe I'll be better after May 1st </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashamaley.blogspot.com/feeds/6749808491794781885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5828865&amp;postID=6749808491794781885&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828865/posts/default/6749808491794781885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828865/posts/default/6749808491794781885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashamaley.blogspot.com/2008/04/houses-and-such.html' title='Houses and Such'/><author><name>Starbuck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828865.post-2770315676060910981</id><published>2008-03-28T21:48:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T21:54:07.198-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored</title><summary type='text'>With the hubby out of town for a week, I'm getting bored.  I have to entertain myself until Tuesday.  The first half wasn't so bad because I had some stuff for school, then met with the realtor and looked at houses.  It's funny how when there are more cats than you at home, they start to overwhelm you.  Gimp sent me a picture she colored, so now I have to send her one back, can you believe </summary><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828865.post-5342845897072681371</id><published>2008-03-19T23:12:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T23:19:10.413-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Loud Mouth</title><summary type='text'>I'm bored.  I also had a rough day at school today.  Seems that the people downtown in their posh offices making 6 figures have forgotten what it's like to be a teacher.  Why do they make the stupid ass decisions they do??? With that I leave you a picture of Bagpipes, the cat that didn't claw my eye, but makes enough noise to justify her goofy name. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashamaley.blogspot.com/feeds/5342845897072681371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5828865&amp;postID=5342845897072681371&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828865/posts/default/5342845897072681371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828865/posts/default/5342845897072681371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashamaley.blogspot.com/2008/03/loud-mouth.html' title='Loud Mouth'/><author><name>Starbuck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nn3oVIVXYnA/R-HXXLUSeFI/AAAAAAAAAEE/Op5efXF7gJY/s72-c/CIMG0410.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828865.post-1261913699582768866</id><published>2008-03-09T21:32:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T21:54:18.741-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Not so Innocent...</title><summary type='text'>Cute isn't she??? She's cute and innocent, but she destroys everything.  Betta fish vases, hair ties, and a writing utensil can't stay on a desk without ending up on the floor.  She's like a 2 year old, destructo-cat.  Breaking things just to watch them be broken.  It's cute....until it's your face.  My day this morning started at 8am (with my body still thinking it was 7am) with a cat landing on</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashamaley.blogspot.com/feeds/1261913699582768866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5828865&amp;postID=1261913699582768866&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828865/posts/default/1261913699582768866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828865/posts/default/1261913699582768866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashamaley.blogspot.com/2008/03/not-so-innocent.html' title='Not so Innocent...'/><author><name>Starbuck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nn3oVIVXYnA/R9SQJpc9YJI/AAAAAAAAAD8/hgHnN-nn-wc/s72-c/CIMG0398.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828865.post-5609992097455473312</id><published>2008-03-04T17:48:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T17:55:10.645-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What Did I Get Myself Into???!???!?</title><summary type='text'>So the kids at school challenged some teachers, and the principal to a 5k race.  That 3.1 miles.  I used to run that like cake back in the day (about 10 years ago).  Right now, I like to think I could do it, but 70lbs heavier would make it difficult.  Not to mention I would collapse a the finish line.  I'm gonna do it.  I'm sick of being fat.  And this gives me a reason to go to the gym.  I just </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashamaley.blogspot.com/feeds/5609992097455473312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5828865&amp;postID=5609992097455473312&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828865/posts/default/5609992097455473312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828865/posts/default/5609992097455473312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashamaley.blogspot.com/2008/03/what-did-i-get-myself-into.html' title='What Did I Get Myself Into???!???!?'/><author><name>Starbuck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828865.post-7903596304525275082</id><published>2008-03-01T12:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T12:33:55.509-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Slacking</title><summary type='text'>Poor blog has been neglected.School is crazy as usual, we finally got keyboards.  Yay.Trying to get back to the gym more often.  I had a brief freakout while at the gym yesterday.  Turns out getting married makes you fat.  And I haven't really changed eating habits since July.  I think the freakout was a combo of pissed at me, tired from the week at school, hungry because my lunch is at 10:15am (</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashamaley.blogspot.com/feeds/7903596304525275082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5828865&amp;postID=7903596304525275082&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828865/posts/default/7903596304525275082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828865/posts/default/7903596304525275082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashamaley.blogspot.com/2008/03/slacking.html' title='Slacking'/><author><name>Starbuck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828865.post-3772468797674283602</id><published>2008-01-20T00:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T00:18:41.951-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding Pictures</title><summary type='text'>So I finally got the pictures from the photographer from the wedding.  When we ordered last fall, I got a few 8x10s some 5x7s and a truck load of 5x5's.  The photographer had all the proofs in 5x5s and that seemed to make all the pictures work the best.  I went that next weekend and looked for a 5x5 album to put the $2000 worth of pictures in.  (Wedding pictures are expensive, thank God for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashamaley.blogspot.com/feeds/3772468797674283602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5828865&amp;postID=3772468797674283602&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828865/posts/default/3772468797674283602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828865/posts/default/3772468797674283602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashamaley.blogspot.com/2008/01/wedding-pictures.html' title='Wedding Pictures'/><author><name>Starbuck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828865.post-458569566845566031</id><published>2007-11-26T22:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T22:09:47.939-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Posts in One Day!!!!1!!!</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday I got all domestic like and baked some goodies....The first one? My first pie ever.  I've never made pie before, so I started with a caramel apple pie, and omfgz, I win.  It is SO YUMMY!!!I also made some Butterfinger brownies, which consist of boxed brownie mix with crunched up butterfinger in it.  That being said, I greased the hell out of the pan and it they still stuck, like crazy, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashamaley.blogspot.com/feeds/458569566845566031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5828865&amp;postID=458569566845566031&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828865/posts/default/458569566845566031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828865/posts/default/458569566845566031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashamaley.blogspot.com/2007/11/two-posts-in-one-day1.html' title='Two Posts in One Day!!!!1!!!'/><author><name>Starbuck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828865.post-7466965646159376914</id><published>2007-11-26T13:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T13:19:29.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Belated Turkey Stuff</title><summary type='text'>Back to the daily grind...I got a 24 in iMac a couple weeks ago.  It's bigger than my TV.  I love it!Thursday is solo and ensemble contest.  Fun times!My thyroid medicine is starting to kick in.  It feels good not to be so sleepy feeling all the time. Today is a  Teachers Treasures day!!!! Yay for free stuff!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashamaley.blogspot.com/feeds/7466965646159376914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5828865&amp;postID=7466965646159376914&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828865/posts/default/7466965646159376914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828865/posts/default/7466965646159376914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashamaley.blogspot.com/2007/11/belated-turkey-stuff.html' title='Belated Turkey Stuff'/><author><name>Starbuck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828865.post-6082866516940928643</id><published>2007-11-12T20:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T20:54:48.821-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost Thanksgiving</title><summary type='text'>It's almost Thanksgiving break time.  YAY!!!Sadly that means things at school are getting pretty crazy.  For the first year ever I have 6 kids going to the Jr. High Solo and Ensemble Contest, so we've been getting ready for that.  It's amazing the motivation that some of these kids have.  I even have kids in beginning band that are practicing solos, unfortunately I don't think theirs will be </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashamaley.blogspot.com/feeds/6082866516940928643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5828865&amp;postID=6082866516940928643&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828865/posts/default/6082866516940928643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828865/posts/default/6082866516940928643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashamaley.blogspot.com/2007/11/almost-thanksgiving.html' title='Almost Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Starbuck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828865.post-2795934806835790439</id><published>2007-11-02T20:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T20:23:14.073-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow</title><summary type='text'>So it's been what? Almost 2 months? Yeah it's been crazy.  School is interesting.  Especially since next year the district is closing 8 schools, redistricting, and changing my school from a 7-8 school to a 7-12 school.  This is good and bad.-The kids will succeed academically when there is continuity in their education.-I can have my own high school band and my build my own program!-There is a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashamaley.blogspot.com/feeds/2795934806835790439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5828865&amp;postID=2795934806835790439&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828865/posts/default/2795934806835790439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828865/posts/default/2795934806835790439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashamaley.blogspot.com/2007/11/wow.html' title='Wow'/><author><name>Starbuck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828865.post-6731039503038852416</id><published>2007-09-05T16:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T16:49:25.512-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New Blogs</title><summary type='text'>One of the hubby's friends from college has a black lab mix named Angus.  He has his own blog here and makes posts almost daily.  He's a silly doggie and just acquired a new kitty friend.  You should stop by and say Hi!I would make a blog for the Chiefman, but it's hard because I don't live with him any more :(  Though, the kitties here might want a blog.  I see that as doubtful because well, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashamaley.blogspot.com/feeds/6731039503038852416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5828865&amp;postID=6731039503038852416&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828865/posts/default/6731039503038852416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828865/posts/default/6731039503038852416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashamaley.blogspot.com/2007/09/new-blogs.html' title='New Blogs'/><author><name>Starbuck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828865.post-4966759088572156133</id><published>2007-08-22T22:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T22:29:56.373-04:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG A Post!!!</title><summary type='text'>Pulling double duty at the schools has kept me pretty busy, hence the lack of posts.Anyway, a month or so ago my apple laptop bit the dust something hard.  Luckily I used it as a secondary, so I didn't loose anything extremely important.  My desktop is going on 4 or 5 years old, which is a dinosaur in computer age.  And having a computer person for a husband, he's not letting this 'predicament' </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashamaley.blogspot.com/feeds/4966759088572156133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5828865&amp;postID=4966759088572156133&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828865/posts/default/4966759088572156133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828865/posts/default/4966759088572156133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashamaley.blogspot.com/2007/08/omg-post.html' title='OMG A Post!!!'/><author><name>Starbuck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828865.post-1269332978848099457</id><published>2007-08-07T22:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T22:52:20.210-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting a Fix</title><summary type='text'>I think I did quite possibly the craziest thing I could have added to life right now....I am now an assistant high school marching band director at one of the township schools.  And this week is band camp.  That means I'm pretty much teaching from 7:30am til 8:30pm every day this week.  And it's hotter than hell outside right now. I will say that it's nice working with kids that aren't ghetto and</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashamaley.blogspot.com/feeds/1269332978848099457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5828865&amp;postID=1269332978848099457&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828865/posts/default/1269332978848099457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828865/posts/default/1269332978848099457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashamaley.blogspot.com/2007/08/getting-fix.html' title='Getting a Fix'/><author><name>Starbuck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828865.post-7042861176499051825</id><published>2007-07-22T21:18:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T21:21:59.715-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back!</title><summary type='text'>So I'm married.  It's weird.  We spent most of today moving, and we still aren't done.  I'm super tired, and my first day of school with the kids is tomorrow &gt;&lt;  Last time I checked at about 6pm today I still don't have a class roster.  Which means that they don't have the kids schedules done.  There's more drama, but I don't feel like typing it all here.  Hopefully tomorrow goes smoothly!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashamaley.blogspot.com/feeds/7042861176499051825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5828865&amp;postID=7042861176499051825&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828865/posts/default/7042861176499051825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828865/posts/default/7042861176499051825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashamaley.blogspot.com/2007/07/im-back_22.html' title='I&apos;m Back!'/><author><name>Starbuck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828865.post-3093195892312586747</id><published>2007-07-04T01:24:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T01:28:39.834-04:00</updated><title type='text'>M.I.A.</title><summary type='text'>It's been awhile. I've been really busy and out of town a lot.  I just got back Sunday from the Bands of America Summer Symposium thing.  It was really cool, and I learned a lot.  The best part had to be sitting down and talking to the directors from Marian Catholic and Carmel and getting to know some of the other directors in the district.  I'm going out of town again for 10 days starting Sunday</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashamaley.blogspot.com/feeds/3093195892312586747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5828865&amp;postID=3093195892312586747&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828865/posts/default/3093195892312586747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828865/posts/default/3093195892312586747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashamaley.blogspot.com/2007/07/mia.html' title='M.I.A.'/><author><name>Starbuck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828865.post-4514928838929255363</id><published>2007-06-19T00:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T00:33:31.684-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation to the Maxx</title><summary type='text'>At least that's what this past weekend was, then I get back and immediately get bombarded with wedding things. If you are planning on getting married anytime...ELOPE! I'm not joking.  I'm dead serious.So when it comes down to it, I almost had a freak out tonight.  I'm planning on being out of town all week next week for the BOA summer symposium thing, then my Mom reminds me of all this wedding </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashamaley.blogspot.com/feeds/4514928838929255363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5828865&amp;postID=4514928838929255363&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828865/posts/default/4514928838929255363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828865/posts/default/4514928838929255363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashamaley.blogspot.com/2007/06/vacation-to-maxx.html' title='Vacation to the Maxx'/><author><name>Starbuck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828865.post-5194432602737758101</id><published>2007-06-05T13:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T13:26:46.696-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Answers...because I'm bored...</title><summary type='text'>Do you have Justin Timberlake music on your iPod/mp3 player? No, just lots of DMB and some classical stuff.Where were you July 4th, 2006? Delco Park listening to crappy cover bands and watching disappointing fireworksDo you like oatmeal? Yes! but I never buy it.What was the last movie you watched, and who did you watch it with? Pirates 3 at the drive-in.  I was with Meghan and Megan and Mike and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashamaley.blogspot.com/feeds/5194432602737758101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5828865&amp;postID=5194432602737758101&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828865/posts/default/5194432602737758101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828865/posts/default/5194432602737758101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashamaley.blogspot.com/2007/06/answersbecause-im-bored.html' title='Answers...because I&apos;m bored...'/><author><name>Starbuck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828865.post-5623266474022595661</id><published>2007-05-29T22:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T22:30:34.053-04:00</updated><title type='text'>School school and more school....</title><summary type='text'>1. I have an interview next Tuesday at a "township school"  To most of you, that would mean a suburban school.  The only downside is that it is for elementary general music.  Not really my cup of tea, but a much more tasty cup of tea than what I'm drinking now.  At least the kids will be teachable, and I'll have resources that I can use.  Also, little kids are cute....as long as they aren't mine </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashamaley.blogspot.com/feeds/5623266474022595661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5828865&amp;postID=5623266474022595661&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828865/posts/default/5623266474022595661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828865/posts/default/5623266474022595661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashamaley.blogspot.com/2007/05/school-school-and-more-school.html' title='School school and more school....'/><author><name>Starbuck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828865.post-6981633289895915822</id><published>2007-05-21T22:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T22:59:38.241-04:00</updated><title type='text'>On Adoption</title><summary type='text'>I'm not talking about kids here.I'm talking about animals.  I've been meaning to make this post since I got my cat, but just haven't gotten around to it.Every cat or dog my family has gotten has been adopted.  For some reason, there's something about them that gives them this special personality, something that reminds them that they know what it's like to not be wanted, and in some way be it the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashamaley.blogspot.com/feeds/6981633289895915822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5828865&amp;postID=6981633289895915822&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828865/posts/default/6981633289895915822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828865/posts/default/6981633289895915822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashamaley.blogspot.com/2007/05/on-adoption.html' title='On Adoption'/><author><name>Starbuck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828865.post-8286022140151201068</id><published>2007-05-15T20:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T20:07:55.191-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Things with Stuff</title><summary type='text'>I filled out 2 job applications today. Keep your fingers crossed, I still have to mail out another.We played softball tonight and won! And it wasn't by forfeit! Woo! The other team were pissy pants too. It was pretty funny :pI don't know what to teach tomorrow.Wedding invites are pretty much done.13 DAYS OF SCHOOL LEFT!!!! Not counting next Tuesday, in which we plant flowers all day, and Memorial</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashamaley.blogspot.com/feeds/8286022140151201068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5828865&amp;postID=8286022140151201068&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828865/posts/default/8286022140151201068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828865/posts/default/8286022140151201068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashamaley.blogspot.com/2007/05/things-with-stuff.html' title='Things with Stuff'/><author><name>Starbuck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828865.post-2907192747619647351</id><published>2007-05-07T06:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T06:33:07.305-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Spider Man</title><summary type='text'>Nagi and I saw Spiderman 3 on the IMAX screen yesterday.  It was pretty awesome.  I was still debating the $12.50 a ticket issue, but when the Showcase at the Dayton Mall charges $10.00 I guess an extra $2.50 is ok, but it shouldn't be.  Does that make sense?  Remember it's 6:30am....That being said I played A LOT of video games this weekend.  Mostly one game, pretty much from 1pm until 5am </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashamaley.blogspot.com/feeds/2907192747619647351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5828865&amp;postID=2907192747619647351&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828865/posts/default/2907192747619647351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828865/posts/default/2907192747619647351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashamaley.blogspot.com/2007/05/spider-man.html' title='Spider Man'/><author><name>Starbuck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828865.post-7163572618965697303</id><published>2007-05-01T23:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T23:08:46.031-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting and Losing</title><summary type='text'>While I'm waiting for my hearth to cool down in WoW...Tonight we played our second softball game.  We lost...again...but still had fun.  I even scored a run!Tomorrow I get observed by the principal, which means I actually HAVE to attempt to teach something.  At least he's coming during second period when I only have 9 kids that are very cooperative.  I really want/need another job.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashamaley.blogspot.com/feeds/7163572618965697303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5828865&amp;postID=7163572618965697303&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828865/posts/default/7163572618965697303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828865/posts/default/7163572618965697303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashamaley.blogspot.com/2007/05/waiting-and-losing.html' title='Waiting and Losing'/><author><name>Starbuck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828865.post-2297057863821804036</id><published>2007-04-25T23:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T23:58:50.374-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Busted Chops</title><summary type='text'>I had my first rehearsal with the Indiana Wind Symphony tonight.  I'm playing assistant first.  Lets just say it's been well over a year since I have played in a rehearsal or on a regular basis.  Needless to say, my chops got busted.A little over a month or so ago, I opened my closet and saw my horn sitting there.  I thought to myself, "That's a $4000 chunk of metal sitting there collecting dust.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashamaley.blogspot.com/feeds/2297057863821804036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5828865&amp;postID=2297057863821804036&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828865/posts/default/2297057863821804036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828865/posts/default/2297057863821804036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashamaley.blogspot.com/2007/04/busted-chops.html' title='Busted Chops'/><author><name>Starbuck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828865.post-3069948626277591699</id><published>2007-04-25T00:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T00:14:30.735-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Life According to iTunes</title><summary type='text'>I have about 2400 songs on iTunes.  So this is interesting.  There will probably be some weird creepy answers that might actually fit.  Oh well, it was fun.  Here it goes.So, here's how it works:1. Open your library (iTunes, Winamp, Media Player, iPod, etc)2. Put it on shuffle3. Press play4. For every question, type the song that's playing5. When you go to a new question, press the next button6. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashamaley.blogspot.com/feeds/3069948626277591699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5828865&amp;postID=3069948626277591699&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828865/posts/default/3069948626277591699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828865/posts/default/3069948626277591699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashamaley.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-life-according-to-itunes.html' title='My Life According to iTunes'/><author><name>Starbuck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828865.post-4282548604763558988</id><published>2007-04-23T15:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T15:18:45.443-04:00</updated><title type='text'>5 more weeks</title><summary type='text'>3 more potential jobs just opened up.  I know what I'll be doing tonight...After I get a salad for linner.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashamaley.blogspot.com/feeds/4282548604763558988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5828865&amp;postID=4282548604763558988&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828865/posts/default/4282548604763558988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828865/posts/default/4282548604763558988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashamaley.blogspot.com/2007/04/5-more-weeks.html' title='5 more weeks'/><author><name>Starbuck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828865.post-1414792628350004625</id><published>2007-04-21T00:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T00:31:29.693-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Softball</title><summary type='text'>I know this is a little late, but we had our first softball game on Tuesday.  It went fairly well considering the circumstances.   We hadn't practiced.  No one knew what position they were playing (I ended up at catcher) and no one knew what the lineup was to bat.  We played a total of 4 innings before the 10run rule took effect.  After the second inning, we were ahead 5 to 1.  Then something </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashamaley.blogspot.com/feeds/1414792628350004625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5828865&amp;postID=1414792628350004625&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828865/posts/default/1414792628350004625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828865/posts/default/1414792628350004625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashamaley.blogspot.com/2007/04/softball.html' title='Softball'/><author><name>Starbuck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828865.post-3885172725079880038</id><published>2007-04-16T16:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T16:27:28.357-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Can Do It</title><summary type='text'>7 more weeks of school.  They might seem like the longest 7 weeks in my life, but I'll make it, and look for another job in the process.  Tomorrow is our first faculty softball game.  Go us! No practices or anything!  Another teacher and I went to the batting cages last Friday to see how bad we sucked, and it wasn't too hateful.  That being said, lets see how well I hit a ball that's not pitched </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashamaley.blogspot.com/feeds/3885172725079880038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5828865&amp;postID=3885172725079880038&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828865/posts/default/3885172725079880038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828865/posts/default/3885172725079880038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashamaley.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-can-do-it.html' title='I Can Do It'/><author><name>Starbuck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828865.post-1322144895970264465</id><published>2007-04-10T17:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T18:06:13.599-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams</title><summary type='text'>Let it be known that I got home yesterday a little after 6.  By 7pm I was asleep on the couch.  I woke up at midnight and went to bed.  I then woke up to my alarm at 5:20am.  I got a lot of sleep, and it was awesome.  I wasn't tired at all at school today.I also had a very cracked out dream a couple nights ago.  I remember parts of the dream, but not what night I had it, though i remember waking </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashamaley.blogspot.com/feeds/1322144895970264465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5828865&amp;postID=1322144895970264465&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828865/posts/default/1322144895970264465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828865/posts/default/1322144895970264465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashamaley.blogspot.com/2007/04/dreams.html' title='Dreams'/><author><name>Starbuck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828865.post-2817902619172332206</id><published>2007-04-09T15:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T15:46:17.813-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Masters</title><summary type='text'>I'm a quasi golf fan.  I suck at playing it, but sometimes it's fun to watch.  I didn't watch the Masters this year, but I hear it was pretty crazy.  Weather was "cold" in the 50's, oh darn, I would have preferred that over the snow we had here.  And it was windy, and things were crazy. Tiger and Lefty have been passing the title the past 5 or so years with Tiger winning 3, I think, I'm pretty </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashamaley.blogspot.com/feeds/2817902619172332206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5828865&amp;postID=2817902619172332206&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828865/posts/default/2817902619172332206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828865/posts/default/2817902619172332206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashamaley.blogspot.com/2007/04/masters.html' title='The Masters'/><author><name>Starbuck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828865.post-2330813482530044160</id><published>2007-04-09T06:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T06:05:41.692-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Break</title><summary type='text'>And it's over....I only have 8 more weeks until summer.  The shortened summer, unless I find another job. It was a rather uneventful spring break.  No vacations or anything like that.  I did go back to Boro and met Gimp there and went with her and the next door neighbor to pick up their bridesmaid dresses.  Then Gimp and I played a lot of Wii.  we also did the taste testing at the caterer.  Then </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashamaley.blogspot.com/feeds/2330813482530044160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5828865&amp;postID=2330813482530044160&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828865/posts/default/2330813482530044160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828865/posts/default/2330813482530044160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashamaley.blogspot.com/2007/04/spring-break.html' title='Spring Break'/><author><name>Starbuck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828865.post-2703460280903248484</id><published>2007-04-04T12:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T13:03:42.523-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Addictions</title><summary type='text'>Sunday, I bought a game for my DS recommended my Nagi.  In fact, it is hard to find, and I snatched it right out from under his hand.  I still feel bad, but Monday I went and found him a copy. That being said, I'm addicted, especially since Blizzard banned my WoW account for a reason I have yet to find out.  The game is like that online free game Bejeweled, only with a real game attached to it.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashamaley.blogspot.com/feeds/2703460280903248484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5828865&amp;postID=2703460280903248484&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828865/posts/default/2703460280903248484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828865/posts/default/2703460280903248484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashamaley.blogspot.com/2007/04/addictions.html' title='Addictions'/><author><name>Starbuck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828865.post-6923380962211130199</id><published>2007-03-29T21:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T22:07:36.548-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Play Ball!</title><summary type='text'>Look, I'm not a baseball fan.  At all.But the same teachers that I went to the Golden Gloves boxing match with last week talked me into joining the faculty softball team.  I'm HORRIBLE at softball.  The closest thing to that I play is kickball.  In fact, I kick ass at kickball.  I lack the hand-eye coordination for softball.  I can catch.  I can't bat.  I suck at batting.  I can run bases though.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashamaley.blogspot.com/feeds/6923380962211130199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5828865&amp;postID=6923380962211130199&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828865/posts/default/6923380962211130199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828865/posts/default/6923380962211130199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashamaley.blogspot.com/2007/03/play-ball.html' title='Play Ball!'/><author><name>Starbuck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nn3oVIVXYnA/Rgxwwl5dA8I/AAAAAAAAAAw/U8y1k7VR4iI/s72-c/CIMG0111.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828865.post-896982155051681558</id><published>2007-03-27T21:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T22:01:08.912-04:00</updated><title type='text'>An Anniversary</title><summary type='text'>So today marks the anniversary of Nagi and I's first date.  That was 9 years ago.Wow.Though there have been many ups and downs, I'm still mad crazy in love with him.  That being said there are what, like 4 months until the wedding? Yikes!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashamaley.blogspot.com/feeds/896982155051681558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5828865&amp;postID=896982155051681558&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828865/posts/default/896982155051681558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828865/posts/default/896982155051681558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashamaley.blogspot.com/2007/03/anniversary.html' title='An Anniversary'/><author><name>Starbuck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828865.post-4374813602740095887</id><published>2007-03-15T06:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T06:42:10.258-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Problems</title><summary type='text'>So some shit went down at work yesterday.Read Nagi's blog to find out. I'm running late, this morning, I'll post more later.All I know is that I'm purchasing riot gear ASAP.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashamaley.blogspot.com/feeds/4374813602740095887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5828865&amp;postID=4374813602740095887&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828865/posts/default/4374813602740095887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828865/posts/default/4374813602740095887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashamaley.blogspot.com/2007/03/problems.html' title='Problems'/><author><name>Starbuck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828865.post-8589920382285712322</id><published>2007-03-13T22:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T22:12:41.572-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Posh</title><summary type='text'>A couple jobs opened in a posh school district on the other side of town.  They're available immediately.  Should I?  I mean part of me feels bad about leaving the school I'm at now after only a month.  As the kids say, this school that has the openings is tight. I'm sitting here updating my resume, and I'm wondering if I should put my current job on there.  I can only think of 2 things I do. (</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashamaley.blogspot.com/feeds/8589920382285712322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5828865&amp;postID=8589920382285712322&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828865/posts/default/8589920382285712322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828865/posts/default/8589920382285712322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashamaley.blogspot.com/2007/03/posh.html' title='Posh'/><author><name>Starbuck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828865.post-6924693437088295254</id><published>2007-03-10T12:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T12:32:25.944-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Windows and Naps</title><summary type='text'>I'm not kidding when I say this.  I took a 14 hour "nap" last night.  I got home from school, went to the store to get stuff that I think I'm going to make for dinner tonight, came home, ate dinner, and attempted to watch a little tv.  Jeopardy was on, I don't remember the first question, I did wake up to see the final jeopardy, then fell back asleep.  I woke up on the couch at 9am this morning.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashamaley.blogspot.com/feeds/6924693437088295254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5828865&amp;postID=6924693437088295254&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828865/posts/default/6924693437088295254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828865/posts/default/6924693437088295254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashamaley.blogspot.com/2007/03/windows-and-naps.html' title='Windows and Naps'/><author><name>Starbuck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828865.post-1596623922598877320</id><published>2007-03-07T23:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T23:56:49.682-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Morning Ponders</title><summary type='text'>Every morning I drive past Lawrence Central High School.  Every morning it makes me green jealousy.  I could be at a school where all I deal with is students wanting to be TOO involved with band or getting an administrator's signature on a BOA form, or getting ready for concert band contest. I go to school every morning wondering if the kids will sit still long enough for me to get through the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashamaley.blogspot.com/feeds/1596623922598877320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5828865&amp;postID=1596623922598877320&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828865/posts/default/1596623922598877320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828865/posts/default/1596623922598877320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashamaley.blogspot.com/2007/03/morning-ponders.html' title='Morning Ponders'/><author><name>Starbuck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828865.post-5551314109552376162</id><published>2007-03-05T20:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T20:51:45.725-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Saying Good Bye to a Friend</title><summary type='text'>My parents had to put Oz to sleep today. They've been force feeding him for close to 2 weeks, and this morning he couldn't keep food down, even with his nausea medicine. When that happened, they decided it was time. Yes, I'm bawling my eyes out right now. He was a good friend. And probably the coolest cat ever. He was not only my friend, by a friend to everyone who walked in the door. You sat on </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashamaley.blogspot.com/feeds/5551314109552376162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5828865&amp;postID=5551314109552376162&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828865/posts/default/5551314109552376162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828865/posts/default/5551314109552376162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashamaley.blogspot.com/2007/03/saying-good-bye-to-friend.html' title='Saying Good Bye to a Friend'/><author><name>Starbuck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nn3oVIVXYnA/RezJIYr9poI/AAAAAAAAAAk/BcAtJ5r_JNQ/s72-c/P1000072.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828865.post-6520554688302881256</id><published>2007-03-04T21:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T06:02:14.675-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Attempts to Turn Around</title><summary type='text'>By now, most of you have heard about me having to take down a student in the hallway last week, and the fight I broke up in front of the office, and the kid I got expelled for suspicion of pot, etc.You've all also heard me complain about not knowing what to attempt to teach the kids. There's nothing I can think of that will motivate them, even beating on "anything but not another human being" in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashamaley.blogspot.com/feeds/6520554688302881256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5828865&amp;postID=6520554688302881256&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828865/posts/default/6520554688302881256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828865/posts/default/6520554688302881256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashamaley.blogspot.com/2007/03/attempts-to-turn-around.html' title='Attempts to Turn Around'/><author><name>Starbuck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828865.post-7495469086016163906</id><published>2007-03-01T06:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T06:15:44.050-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Woo Wii!</title><summary type='text'>I got my Wii yesterday.  I think you can probably guess what I did all evening.  I did make a trip to Walmart to get a power strip so I had a place to plug it in.  While there, they had 1 last final nunchuck controller, and a remote is on its way from amazon as you read, so woo for 2 controllers.Excite truck is fun, though I'm still not used to the tilt the controller to turn thing.  Also, Wii </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashamaley.blogspot.com/feeds/7495469086016163906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5828865&amp;postID=7495469086016163906&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828865/posts/default/7495469086016163906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828865/posts/default/7495469086016163906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashamaley.blogspot.com/2007/03/woo-wii.html' title='Woo Wii!'/><author><name>Starbuck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828865.post-4833881762026322430</id><published>2007-02-25T17:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T17:31:20.048-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Whores and Pancakes</title><summary type='text'>Gimp and Meghan came to visit me this weekend.  Gimp is lucky enought to not have to drive from Cleveland.  He Dad works for Continental and can fly her here free. Friday night we went out with Nagi to Nicky Blaines, an upscale cigar bar, complete with AMAZING stuffed portabella mushrooms and martinis.  Not to mention the cigar selection is to die for.  It was a cool place to hang out, chat and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashamaley.blogspot.com/feeds/4833881762026322430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5828865&amp;postID=4833881762026322430&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828865/posts/default/4833881762026322430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828865/posts/default/4833881762026322430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashamaley.blogspot.com/2007/02/whores-and-pancakes.html' title='Whores and Pancakes'/><author><name>Starbuck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828865.post-7668044207109145682</id><published>2007-02-23T00:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T00:15:11.585-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Anyone Wanna Play?</title><summary type='text'>I broke up a fight between 2 girls at school today.  In front of the main office.  Retards.  Luckily the principal was there to help.  I did get to feel big and strong and pick up on girl off the ground by the back of her shirt.  The principal got the other one.  They were on the way to my class, so my whole class saw it, and it got them all fired up.  Which was hell for me...But I got a Wii </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashamaley.blogspot.com/feeds/7668044207109145682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5828865&amp;postID=7668044207109145682&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828865/posts/default/7668044207109145682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828865/posts/default/7668044207109145682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashamaley.blogspot.com/2007/02/anyone-wanna-play.html' title='Anyone Wanna Play?'/><author><name>Starbuck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828865.post-2935961641957328953</id><published>2007-02-19T22:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T22:37:49.502-05:00</updated><title type='text'>He Lives!</title><summary type='text'>Oz is making progress for the better.  He's not in the clear yet.  Saturday night they gave him anti nausea medication and he ate and drank on his own some.  My parents picked him up from the vet to take him home today because the vet says that cats usually do better at home.  Anyone who has had a cat knows that's the truth.  They're just picky like that.  The last cat we had went to the vet sick</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashamaley.blogspot.com/feeds/2935961641957328953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5828865&amp;postID=2935961641957328953&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828865/posts/default/2935961641957328953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828865/posts/default/2935961641957328953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashamaley.blogspot.com/2007/02/he-lives.html' title='He Lives!'/><author><name>Starbuck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828865.post-829387514586195762</id><published>2007-02-17T18:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T18:47:20.581-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Oz Man</title><summary type='text'>I need everyone to say a prayer or two for the Ozmeister over the weekend.  He's spending the weekend with the vet trying to get better.A couple days ago, my Mom noticed him vomiting up foamy stuff and that he had only peed in the litter box twice.  He would play with the water bowl and toilet and shower, but wouldn't drink or eat.  Then they noticed he was getting skinny.They took him to the vet</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashamaley.blogspot.com/feeds/829387514586195762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5828865&amp;postID=829387514586195762&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828865/posts/default/829387514586195762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828865/posts/default/829387514586195762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashamaley.blogspot.com/2007/02/oz-man.html' title='The Oz Man'/><author><name>Starbuck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nn3oVIVXYnA/RdeScsjX8WI/AAAAAAAAAAY/HWj9gjFeNUc/s72-c/P1000626.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828865.post-2826377430307863781</id><published>2007-02-16T19:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T19:25:47.098-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ninja Looted</title><summary type='text'>So some punk as bastard kid stole my phone.Fuckers.See, after school, I pulled my purse out of the desk drawer to get ready to go home, then the band director distracted me for like an hour.  Meanwhile, the choir room door is wide open with my purse sitting on the desk.  Luckily they didn't take my keys and credit cards, and I had the 2 dollars in cash that had in my pocket.  I notice it's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashamaley.blogspot.com/feeds/2826377430307863781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5828865&amp;postID=2826377430307863781&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828865/posts/default/2826377430307863781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828865/posts/default/2826377430307863781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashamaley.blogspot.com/2007/02/ninja-looted.html' title='Ninja Looted'/><author><name>Starbuck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828865.post-688694208858245819</id><published>2007-02-14T17:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T17:32:27.433-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kitty Pic</title><summary type='text'>Most of you have been asking, I finally got off my lazy butt and did it.  I took this the same night I got her, which was a week ago.  Then my battery dies, so I'm recharging it so I can get some newer pictures.  Also her favorite toy?  The lids from 2 liter and 20oz bottles.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashamaley.blogspot.com/feeds/688694208858245819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5828865&amp;postID=688694208858245819&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828865/posts/default/688694208858245819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828865/posts/default/688694208858245819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashamaley.blogspot.com/2007/02/kitty-pic.html' title='Kitty Pic'/><author><name>Starbuck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nn3oVIVXYnA/RdON0MjX8VI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MQ8SrE7KYmI/s72-c/CIMG0066.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828865.post-3845773841605237189</id><published>2007-02-13T22:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T22:58:53.574-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ouch</title><summary type='text'>So I, like a bunch of other people probably destroyed my back tonight shoveling snow.It snowed a lot here in Indy.Most teachers probably don't have to worry about having school tomorrow.  Working for a school in the district of a big city has many downfalls, one of them being rare snow days.  I got one today, but I'm guessing that I'll have to teach tomorrow, while everyone else is sitting at </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashamaley.blogspot.com/feeds/3845773841605237189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5828865&amp;postID=3845773841605237189&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828865/posts/default/3845773841605237189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828865/posts/default/3845773841605237189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashamaley.blogspot.com/2007/02/ouch.html' title='Ouch'/><author><name>Starbuck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828865.post-6126272934303594849</id><published>2007-02-13T15:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T15:32:33.377-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a Survivor</title><summary type='text'>I survived my first day teaching.I was difficult, but I made it.I'm posting now because Mother Nature blessed us with a snow storm and gave us a snow day.  I now have a little more time to get some stuff together do something with the kids.  I've learned that you can't let them have any free time or all hell breaks loose.  I learned that the hard way yeaterday.  See. the sub lady that's been </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashamaley.blogspot.com/feeds/6126272934303594849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5828865&amp;postID=6126272934303594849&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828865/posts/default/6126272934303594849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828865/posts/default/6126272934303594849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashamaley.blogspot.com/2007/02/im-survivor.html' title='I&apos;m a Survivor'/><author><name>Starbuck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828865.post-6093599521805638879</id><published>2007-02-10T16:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T23:13:56.984-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Uncomfortable</title><summary type='text'>I'm still shocked as to why women where high heels to go SHOPPING!  Then they complain that their feet hurt.  No shit.Also, why is it that when I get in line to buy the slinky unmentionables it's always a little old lady standing there.  Even when I try to avoid old lady #1 by going to a different register, old lady #2 is standing there.  I can't win.  Then I remember that they've been in my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashamaley.blogspot.com/feeds/6093599521805638879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5828865&amp;postID=6093599521805638879&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828865/posts/default/6093599521805638879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828865/posts/default/6093599521805638879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashamaley.blogspot.com/2007/02/uncomfortable.html' title='Uncomfortable'/><author><name>Starbuck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828865.post-5990582498979816340</id><published>2007-02-08T22:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T00:04:29.073-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mia</title><summary type='text'>So I named the cat Mia after a .hack cat/rabbit mix that is on a forever quest for some smelly grass.  I discovered in the first 5 minutes I had her that she LOVES catnip.  I discovered this name this morning and I couldn't resist.  That was after I considered leaving her name as TBA which is what it was at the vet's office until this morning.  So Mia it is.She went to the vet this morning and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashamaley.blogspot.com/feeds/5990582498979816340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5828865&amp;postID=5990582498979816340&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828865/posts/default/5990582498979816340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828865/posts/default/5990582498979816340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashamaley.blogspot.com/2007/02/mia.html' title='Mia'/><author><name>Starbuck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828865.post-8876150216946707553</id><published>2007-02-07T23:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T16:25:14.820-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nameless</title><summary type='text'>Just like the creek in Indiana.So I got this cat from the Humane Society of Indianapolis.  Let me tell you it's easy to get an animal from there, as long as you aren't dumb.  You fill out this "application" then sign some papers saying you won't give it away, they microchip the cat, and you're out the door.This cat I have still doesn't have a name.  I'm horrible at naming things.  For example, I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashamaley.blogspot.com/feeds/8876150216946707553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5828865&amp;postID=8876150216946707553&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828865/posts/default/8876150216946707553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828865/posts/default/8876150216946707553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashamaley.blogspot.com/2007/02/nameless.html' title='Nameless'/><author><name>Starbuck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828865.post-4624079102757027915</id><published>2007-02-07T15:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T15:35:07.405-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kitty!</title><summary type='text'>I got a kitty, but she has yet to have a name.  I'm thinking Mocha.  Or Saphira. She's a 4 year old Calico.  She's cute and has a vertical line right down her nose.  Maybe I should name her Split. So that's that.  Don't tell my parents.  They wanted me to  take Oz, but my brother would have none of that talk.  I'm also a little worried because she hasn't used the bathroom yet.  She also has all </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashamaley.blogspot.com/feeds/4624079102757027915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5828865&amp;postID=4624079102757027915&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828865/posts/default/4624079102757027915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828865/posts/default/4624079102757027915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashamaley.blogspot.com/2007/02/kitty.html' title='Kitty!'/><author><name>Starbuck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828865.post-6854445561388471588</id><published>2007-02-05T16:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T16:14:00.825-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bearz and Laz3rs pewpew</title><summary type='text'>My friend Matt is apparently going to do a Polar Bear swim in Missouri in a couple weeks to benefit the Special Olympics. His goal is $500 and he's gotten $220 in sponsors so far. I'm gonna donate some when I get my first paycheck because a) it's a good cause and 2) I would love to see Matt jump in a frozen lake, he's the only friend besides his lover Berlo that would jump in a frozen lake </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashamaley.blogspot.com/feeds/6854445561388471588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5828865&amp;postID=6854445561388471588&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828865/posts/default/6854445561388471588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828865/posts/default/6854445561388471588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashamaley.blogspot.com/2007/02/bearz-and-laz3rs-pewpew.html' title='Bearz and Laz3rs pewpew'/><author><name>Starbuck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828865.post-6160724315692345159</id><published>2007-02-05T10:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T10:18:38.979-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Peace and too Quiet</title><summary type='text'>So the Colts won.  I guess that's my team now, though when the Bungals play they come first.Unrelated (well, I guess it could be related if I thought about it) My apartment is too quiet.  It's me and giggy pig.  My previous living arrangements for well, my whole life have included a minimum of 3-4 people.  My house, the dorms, the apt, then my parent's house.  My thinking is that once I have </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashamaley.blogspot.com/feeds/6160724315692345159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5828865&amp;postID=6160724315692345159&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828865/posts/default/6160724315692345159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828865/posts/default/6160724315692345159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashamaley.blogspot.com/2007/02/peace-and-too-quiet.html' title='Peace and too Quiet'/><author><name>Starbuck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828865.post-8361318794916233679</id><published>2007-02-04T10:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T10:37:54.991-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Indy</title><summary type='text'>I made it.  I'm alive.  My car didn't a'splode on the way over here, though my key got stuck in the ignition while I was at Walmart this morning.  I got it out, when I got home.It's ass biting cold here, gotta love the 4 degrees with a wind chill of -15.  That's right. sofa king cold.  Luckily I have gas heat.  I  learned last night not to sleep with the door to my room closed because it gets too</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashamaley.blogspot.com/feeds/8361318794916233679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5828865&amp;postID=8361318794916233679&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828865/posts/default/8361318794916233679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828865/posts/default/8361318794916233679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashamaley.blogspot.com/2007/02/indy.html' title='Indy'/><author><name>Starbuck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828865.post-117021540975121894</id><published>2007-01-30T22:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T22:50:09.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost zoom</title><summary type='text'>So I almost bought an '06 Chevy Cobalt tonight.I drove it, in fact, they let me keep it for 24 hours.  I'm not gonna buy it.  I think I'm pretty sure about that.It's a nice car, I like it, I can afford to take on a car payment in maybe a couple months, but not right now.  My rent is not cheap, due to it only being a 6 month lease, I have a loan payment that is about half the amount of my rent, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashamaley.blogspot.com/feeds/117021540975121894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5828865&amp;postID=117021540975121894&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828865/posts/default/117021540975121894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828865/posts/default/117021540975121894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashamaley.blogspot.com/2007/01/almost-zoom.html' title='Almost zoom'/><author><name>Starbuck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828865.post-117018288499856341</id><published>2007-01-30T13:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T13:48:05.016-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Approvals</title><summary type='text'>So I just got approved to move into my apartment.  So if anyone wants to take a trip to Indy Saturday morning to help me move, I'll buy food :p And drinks :)That being said, I've made a pretty big dent in my stuff.  All that's really left is under my bed and the big furniture.  And rounding up dishes and pots and pans and stuff. I also got my new address, so if you want/need it.  Call me.  I'm </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashamaley.blogspot.com/feeds/117018288499856341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5828865&amp;postID=117018288499856341&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828865/posts/default/117018288499856341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828865/posts/default/117018288499856341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashamaley.blogspot.com/2007/01/approvals.html' title='Approvals'/><author><name>Starbuck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828865.post-117013356930719392</id><published>2007-01-29T23:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T00:06:09.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Finders Not Keepers</title><summary type='text'>Today was day one of packing.  I don't like it.  At all.  It is helping me clean out the giant collection of clothes I have accumulated since last summer.  Also, the move has sadly, gotten me to get rid of some shoes that I have kept for no good reason.  i.e. the Adidas sambas from 7th grade the the yellow chuck taylor's from my sophomore year of high school.  And some really ugly sandals.  So </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashamaley.blogspot.com/feeds/117013356930719392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5828865&amp;postID=117013356930719392&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828865/posts/default/117013356930719392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828865/posts/default/117013356930719392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashamaley.blogspot.com/2007/01/finders-not-keepers.html' title='Finders Not Keepers'/><author><name>Starbuck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828865.post-116995956700575024</id><published>2007-01-27T23:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T23:46:07.040-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Annoyances</title><summary type='text'>This post is dedicated to my Mom, she came very close to getting decked in the face.We went apartment hunting in Indy today.  I had a list of 4 or 5 apartments picked out, and was playing navigator to my Dad, i was sitting in the back seat.  My Mom must think my Dad and I are blind.  My Mom HAD to point out every apartment complex we saw, seedy or not.  Finally I snapped "Mom, I can see, and no </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashamaley.blogspot.com/feeds/116995956700575024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5828865&amp;postID=116995956700575024&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828865/posts/default/116995956700575024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828865/posts/default/116995956700575024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashamaley.blogspot.com/2007/01/annoyances.html' title='Annoyances'/><author><name>Starbuck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828865.post-116983460519249946</id><published>2007-01-26T12:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T13:03:25.226-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Job Stuff</title><summary type='text'>I accepted the job in Indy.  Now I just have to move there.  I start teaching either the 5th or 12th of February.  My Dad says I should start the 5th.  He says "why wait!"  I came back with a list of reasons to start the 12th.-I hafta find a place to live, which isn't easy, seeing that NE Indy is the apartment mecca of the world. -I need to learn how to teach choir.  I've never taught choir in my</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashamaley.blogspot.com/feeds/116983460519249946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5828865&amp;postID=116983460519249946&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828865/posts/default/116983460519249946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828865/posts/default/116983460519249946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashamaley.blogspot.com/2007/01/job-stuff.html' title='Job Stuff'/><author><name>Starbuck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828865.post-116975629332656319</id><published>2007-01-25T15:17:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T15:24:59.026-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Employment?  What's that?</title><summary type='text'>So I got offered a job teaching choir in Indy today...I still haven't talked money with them, but they want to know when I can start. My first answer was Monday.  I know that's too soon, but I really want to move over there pronto for 2 big reasons, the other half, and getting away from my parents. I'm thinking sometime in the middle of Feb. Maybe?  You know, I gotta find somewhere to live.  (</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashamaley.blogspot.com/feeds/116975629332656319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5828865&amp;postID=116975629332656319&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828865/posts/default/116975629332656319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828865/posts/default/116975629332656319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashamaley.blogspot.com/2007/01/employment-whats-that_25.html' title='Employment?  What&apos;s that?'/><author><name>Starbuck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828865.post-116945531049567229</id><published>2007-01-22T03:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T03:41:50.926-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepless in...</title><summary type='text'>...'Boro.Seriously, what is my problem?  Maybe I should get a part time job somewhere to keep my sleeping normal.  That and the extra cash would be nice.I didn't sub at all this past week, leading me to stay up late playing WoW, and sleep until 10 or 11am.  If I get called to sub tomorrow, I'm mega-screwed, I mean, look at the time stamp in the bottom left.  No, it's not PST, it's EST, it's 3:</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashamaley.blogspot.com/feeds/116945531049567229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5828865&amp;postID=116945531049567229&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828865/posts/default/116945531049567229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828865/posts/default/116945531049567229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashamaley.blogspot.com/2007/01/sleepless-in.html' title='Sleepless in...'/><author><name>Starbuck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828865.post-116939833584066343</id><published>2007-01-21T11:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T11:52:15.860-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Da Bears</title><summary type='text'>I hope the Superbowl is the Colts and the Bears.  I don't know why.  I just do. We'll find out today.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashamaley.blogspot.com/feeds/116939833584066343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5828865&amp;postID=116939833584066343&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828865/posts/default/116939833584066343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828865/posts/default/116939833584066343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashamaley.blogspot.com/2007/01/da-bears.html' title='Da Bears'/><author><name>Starbuck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828865.post-116913591550408437</id><published>2007-01-18T10:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T10:58:35.526-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Jorb Update</title><summary type='text'>The Lady from Indy emailed me again today.  They've received 2 reference forms.  One more needs to be turned in, and I know who it came from.  But instead of bugging that person, I'm gonna get someone else to fill one out on the spot and mail it today or tomorrow. That being said, today is errand day, so next it's shower time, then run to Middletown to get the form filled out and pick up my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashamaley.blogspot.com/feeds/116913591550408437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5828865&amp;postID=116913591550408437&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828865/posts/default/116913591550408437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828865/posts/default/116913591550408437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashamaley.blogspot.com/2007/01/another-jorb-update.html' title='Another Jorb Update'/><author><name>Starbuck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828865.post-116905914062841356</id><published>2007-01-17T13:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T13:39:00.660-05:00</updated><title type='text'>TBC</title><summary type='text'>Monday evening I went with Berlo, Danno, and Kyle on a hot date to see Children of Men.  It was good, yet very somber with a little bit of depression.  Our hot date ended at WalMart waiting in line for the WoW expansion.   We got there around 11:40 and a line of about 30 people had already formed.  So we stood, and waited.  around 10 til, they cut the line off at 60 and sent people home. It was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashamaley.blogspot.com/feeds/116905914062841356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5828865&amp;postID=116905914062841356&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828865/posts/default/116905914062841356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828865/posts/default/116905914062841356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashamaley.blogspot.com/2007/01/tbc.html' title='TBC'/><author><name>Starbuck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828865.post-116890877926800797</id><published>2007-01-15T19:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T19:52:59.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Right</title><summary type='text'>so I've lost 2 pounds in the past week. Go me!So I need a new car.  I need a cheap new car.  Like ~6000 dollar new car.  I think you're starting to understand that I will be getting a used car from a dealership.  I don't trust anyone else when it comes to cars.  And cars from dealerships come with warranties.  Even if I have to pay a little extra for the warranty.  Also, my brother works for a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashamaley.blogspot.com/feeds/116890877926800797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5828865&amp;postID=116890877926800797&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828865/posts/default/116890877926800797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828865/posts/default/116890877926800797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashamaley.blogspot.com/2007/01/not-right.html' title='Not Right'/><author><name>Starbuck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828865.post-116883125005635240</id><published>2007-01-14T22:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T22:20:50.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Days</title><summary type='text'>A pretty horrible week was quickly fixed with a good dose of fiance by going to Indy.  He always apologizes for it being so "boring" when I go over there, but sometimes, cuddling on the couch and watching House all weekend is what I need.  And my promise to him is that once I live there with him, every weekend won't be like that :p We did accomplish something wedding related.  We got our wedding </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashamaley.blogspot.com/feeds/116883125005635240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5828865&amp;postID=116883125005635240&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828865/posts/default/116883125005635240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828865/posts/default/116883125005635240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashamaley.blogspot.com/2007/01/good-days.html' title='Good Days'/><author><name>Starbuck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828865.post-116841563391161897</id><published>2007-01-10T02:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T02:53:53.930-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepless Nights</title><summary type='text'>I don't know what my deal is, it seems that as of late sleep is optional to my body.  What's wrong with me?  I went to bed at midnight tonight, read a book (Eragon, it's really good) until my eyes got heavy, then turned off the light, closed my eyes and woke up.  I was fine until I started thinking and obsessing on whether I put a return address on 3 very important things I mailed today.  Do they</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashamaley.blogspot.com/feeds/116841563391161897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5828865&amp;postID=116841563391161897&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828865/posts/default/116841563391161897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828865/posts/default/116841563391161897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashamaley.blogspot.com/2007/01/sleepless-nights.html' title='Sleepless Nights'/><author><name>Starbuck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828865.post-116830532736240732</id><published>2007-01-08T20:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T20:15:27.380-05:00</updated><title type='text'>List Extenders</title><summary type='text'>12.  When I look for something to eat, my Mom constantly stands over my shoulder telling me what's in the pantry as I'm looking.  I'm 24...I can read!13.  My Mom thinks she knows something about everything, and refuses to admit when she has said some thing wrong.  Even after you have CLEARLY proven that she's wrong or misinformed, she tries to keep arguing, as I walk out of the room.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashamaley.blogspot.com/feeds/116830532736240732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5828865&amp;postID=116830532736240732&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828865/posts/default/116830532736240732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828865/posts/default/116830532736240732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashamaley.blogspot.com/2007/01/list-extenders.html' title='List Extenders'/><author><name>Starbuck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828865.post-116827447398628282</id><published>2007-01-08T11:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T11:41:14.040-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Indy Job Update</title><summary type='text'>Someone in Indy must have had some burning ears.  So HR finally contacted me again after break, and mentioned that I was still missing "3 supervisory level references."  I took that to mean send us a list of names names, addresses and phone numbers of people we can call.  So I did.  Turns out they want letters.I apologized about the misunderstanding to the lady, and said I would get letters ASAP.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashamaley.blogspot.com/feeds/116827447398628282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5828865&amp;postID=116827447398628282&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828865/posts/default/116827447398628282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828865/posts/default/116827447398628282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashamaley.blogspot.com/2007/01/indy-job-update.html' title='Indy Job Update'/><author><name>Starbuck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828865.post-116823608711410428</id><published>2007-01-08T00:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T01:04:49.136-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ugh...</title><summary type='text'>I'm bored, I was playing WoW, but I kept getting ganked by 60's (I'm only 33) and it was pissing me off. So then I switched to playing the beta, and got bored with that as well, I think I'm WoW'd out.So I've decided that as nice as it is not having to worry about anything but paying my bills (loan, credit card, health insurance) and living with my parents is nice, they're really starting to annoy</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashamaley.blogspot.com/feeds/116823608711410428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5828865&amp;postID=116823608711410428&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828865/posts/default/116823608711410428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828865/posts/default/116823608711410428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashamaley.blogspot.com/2007/01/ugh.html' title='Ugh...'/><author><name>Starbuck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828865.post-116794939114022533</id><published>2007-01-04T17:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T17:23:11.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Messed Up Ruke Stories</title><summary type='text'>A lot of things are messed up as of late.  Well, two.  I guess that can count as a lot. 1. Last week I saw 2 PS3's at the Kmart by my house.  Today I saw 3 at the Best Buy on the NW side of Dayton.  I think that's proves that the Wii is far superior/more reasonably priced.  I would only want a PS3 if I had teh HDTV to go along with it, and after playing numerous demos, it's not all THAT great.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashamaley.blogspot.com/feeds/116794939114022533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5828865&amp;postID=116794939114022533&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828865/posts/default/116794939114022533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828865/posts/default/116794939114022533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashamaley.blogspot.com/2007/01/messed-up-ruke-stories.html' title='Messed Up Ruke Stories'/><author><name>Starbuck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828865.post-116763767946180596</id><published>2007-01-01T02:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T02:47:59.480-05:00</updated><title type='text'>xcddddddddddd</title><summary type='text'>The title of this post is thanks to Nagi's cat.  There also might be little interjections from her as I type this.  She spent her first New Years locked in my room while I was gone so my brother's friends didn't tease or otherwise be not so nice to her, and also so she wouldn't try to sneak out of the house.HAPPY NEW YEAR!I drank a lot of tequila and vanilla vodka tonight.  It was fun.  I wish I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashamaley.blogspot.com/feeds/116763767946180596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5828865&amp;postID=116763767946180596&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828865/posts/default/116763767946180596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828865/posts/default/116763767946180596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashamaley.blogspot.com/2007/01/xcddddddddddd.html' title='xcddddddddddd'/><author><name>Starbuck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828865.post-116733948810559874</id><published>2006-12-28T15:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T15:58:08.130-05:00</updated><title type='text'>S'plode</title><summary type='text'>So my car is most likely on its last leg.A week ago, I was going to go to the mall, I ALMOST made it out of the neighborhood before it died.  First ist slowed down, then my brakes acted a little funny, then my engine died.  I tried restarting it to no avail.  It would turn over, but not fire.  At this point, I call my Dad and he drives the 2 seconds to come get me, informs me that I can take his </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashamaley.blogspot.com/feeds/116733948810559874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5828865&amp;postID=116733948810559874&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828865/posts/default/116733948810559874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828865/posts/default/116733948810559874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashamaley.blogspot.com/2006/12/splode.html' title='S&apos;plode'/><author><name>Starbuck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
